Friend

Rediscovering an old friend is like finding a hidden flower

 in your school notebook, 

fresh and alive.

   

A.

Love.

From the  realms  of  my existing  soul

and the nights that were spent alone

from the swirling of the water

and the falling of the rain drops

till the days quickly can come

to an end

and till the depth eyes can see

you and nothing else

from my longings and every day prayers

in the want to find the love

to complete what I was born to do

till the deepest fears heart knew

would be covered when that smile shines

from thousand different distances

to crossing the paths with you

stretching over the years without you

to the craving of listening to your soulful voice

from the deepest heart of my soul

to the hollow realities that lay

naked without you

knew a part of you which was

always with me

kept a part of you which was always with me

kept memories of you oh love

in a want to finally get you

had lived my life to wait for you to come

to come and love me and take me home .. .

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A.

Visited

Silent I was lying in my bed

Letting the free time to lead

Through a deep melancholy of moments lived

Came along images, smiles, laughter, fear in black and red

Stayed on voices in the ears, some words hard to forget  

Passion led life swirled down the lips

 Came along a call

And life differed away from the plight

While visited me all this while and came to my room

only the moon of the mighty night sky. ..  

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A.

What makes up Writings in the Heart ?

To revel in anonymity of Else

can never be the leading way

of knowing your Self ...

Words I believe have always been derived from what we see, imagine and dream about.

When I saw, I captured. When I captured, I could write.

Photography happened to me because I wanted to write about the things I came across since writing was a primordial part of me. 

Also when at the end of the day I would casually go throw the pictures I had taken, I would get strong impulses to write about things I had seen, about beliefs I have explored and the people I had met.

Slowly and gradually, the collection of the pictures  had became a warehouse of stories for me, of real and distant things, of true and false beliefs, of dreams and realities, of everyday life and of beautiful hope that reflected in the smiles of some of the faces I had captured.

So I became deeply attached to the collection of pictures I had on my laptop, or on my cell phone. They were not merely pictures which would get deleted with time. They were taken from life to depict life under the sky which has probably seen ages of life under it.

So that’s how my passion for photography took up and shaped. Though I had inclinations of learning all the technicality of taking professional photographs but I didn’t want to spoil the feel of it. Often when you try to make a passion perfect, you shape and change it. And then the impulsiveness and creativity draws away because we constantly try to make the angle perfect, or the simply we start thinking.

I wanted to be free of thought when I took photographs in a way that would let me capture anything and everything I wanted without putting in efforts to take it perfectly. So I chose to keep it heart-felt and raw.

My first book (The Unspoken Thoughts) that’s why was a tribute to this free will of taking pictures and I complied each one of them with a poem I had written. And there it was my first published picture-poetry book. Also when one would see the picture, they would get the idea behind the words in the poem.

Photography was the sight for my writings. And till now they make me write and would continue to do so. Also when you revel in the nuances of self, you grow. And so does your sight and photography! 

Fights

Whats it about a fight

that never seems to make things right

initially its a rage of emotions flowing fast apart

gets torn from your arms and on to the person

love shared person gets the hang of the ill words spoken

and the words start to fire up

when it could have been a great night's love

fights are unavoidable, yet could be dealt with calmly

to deal how is tough to learn

to deal why, is easily termed

to deal right is you and your partner's concern

but to make love triumph, all the troubles adjourned

you got to hold close, 
a charm-ful heavy love mad dose... ;) 

A.